Sway

If birds or boats lose sway, there
will be no fighting wind or wave.

A train won’t sway, that degree
of freedom is restricted by rails.

A drunken pedestrian tends to sway
before the surge tumbles headlong.

A teacher, in late winter, longs for
the sway of a flag suggesting: spring.

It is hard to keep sway when so
much time is wasted as waiting.

When we read, is it our eyes that sway, or
do the words move along a line in cadence?

There is nothing more natural than a
child dancing: all roll, sway & yaw.

When the time comes that a father’s sway turns to pitch
& heave, may the done dance have led to some long good.